-No? Charlie, dear, I can hardly believe your, guesses about this... phantom. So I would highly recommend staying at your work place, at least, until something truly disturbing will happen.

Charlie silently nodded, technically lying to herself. You know, if a person knows you well enough, he, or she, can tell when we're lying, just by looking us in the eyes. Young Magne remembered that look in his eyes from, a long, long ago, back in their childhood, or rather say teen years. Charlie had a feeling, that Alastor was lying, like he knew something that she didn't.

Mostly, it wasn't even a feeling, Charlie was sure that she was lied to.

That look in Alastors eyes, she could not have possible mistaken that, with anything else.

***

Ten years ago, Charlottes home town.

About two years ago, a terrible event took place in the small town, someone committed a murder, killing Mrs. And Mr. Holow. Their son, Alastor, who was 15 back then, thankfully, wasn't home, staying the nights at Mr. Magnes place.

Afterwards, Alastor was adopted by his aunt, miss Elizabeth Daken.

The person, guilty of Al parents, was a very rich, but not a very good man. He paid the judge, leaving the court without being considered guilty. It wasn't the first crime, committed by him, a few years before the these events, he was blamed for a murder of his daughter, and home-abuse, that lead to his wife's suicide. But somehow, he managed to get out of that mess, that time, thanks to his layer.

After the man, we shall call him Mr. Cofin, was claimed to be non-guilty, four months afterwards, he was found dead in his backyard. He was brutally murdered, and most certainly tortured by someone. Death causes – different injuries, and blood loss.

June, 20th, evening, 10 pm.

Charlie noticed a few changes, happening to Alastor. Recently, he started to acts strange. I mean, of course a person will act a bit different, especially after the death of his parents, still, it wasn't something normal. Charlie could sense bad, aggressive vibes around, and it seemed like he was planning something.

-Hey, Al? Can I ask you a question?

-Ah? Sure, darling, ask away.

-Please answer truthfully! For the past, like, few days, you have been acting strange, I started to get the feeling that your planning something, that's... not good. I saw the way you were looking at mister Cofin. I understand, he did...awful things, but your eyes reflected something, I won't be afraid to say, demonic, I can't shake of the feeling that you're going, or already doing something to him.

A shadow ran across his face, the soft smile that Charlie was used to seeing, just for a second became a monstrous grin, his teeth became sharp, and when young Magne looked into his eyes, instead of the that beautiful, and deep dark brown color, his eyes turned a bloody red tone.

But, after a blink of an eye, everything went back to normal, like all she witnessed was only an illusion, like her imagination was playing a trick on her.

Trying to get herself back together, even tho, she felt frightened, just the slightest thought that her eyes weren't playing with her sight, made something deep inside of her GO freezing cold.

She just couldn't pull herself back together, trying her best to prevent her skin color turning a white tone, making her look like a vampire.